Lexy Sylver: Welcome to my Playground

Erotic Short Stories

Read my erotic short stories and experience your fantasies vicariously through each of my sultry characters. Each original female and male character brings their own uniqueness and sexy qualities to my short erotic tales. Together, all of my characters comprise the erotic world of Lexi Sylver, and I invite you to explore your Lexuality with each of them. Take a peek at the excerpts below to see which free erotic short story will seduce your senses first.

The door opens and startles me. I turn around, inhaling sharply. Good God, this can't be the same man who originally quoted me the price of the tile job. Today Jason is without his professional-looking glasses and clipboard, his dark blond hair a disheveled mess. He's wearing a white cutoff t-shirt and dirty white jeans, contrasting with his bronzed skin and revealing his excessively shapely arms. If he had been attractive to me before when he was decked out in his button-down shirt and black pants, he is infinitely more sexy to me now.

He greets me in French with a sly smile, his blue eyes bright despite the early hour. My brain kick-starts again, and we shake hands, his hot grip lingering, letting me feel the roughness of his hands. I lean against the counter, feeling slightly dizzy. I look a mess, yet he is still undressing me with his eyes. I feel completely naked under his dirty gaze, and try to control my breathing. I find my words and manage to reply, asking him if he has everything he needs. His eyes roam over my body hungrily, reluctantly saying yes. I still register the unspoken end to his reply.

There is pure sex dripping off his body, I can feel it, taste it, smell it. Never before have I met someone so saturated with masculinity. His magnetism unconsciously draws me closer to him, my elbows sliding slowly over my newly installed counter. Neither of us speak, hesitating to break the spell. I can almost hear the space between us crackle with electricity.

Danielle shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable as she absorbed Professor Davis's history lecture. It wasn't difficult for her, or anyone else in her class, to pay attention to Davis, since he was one of the youngest faculty members. He was also by far the most attractive and open-minded, making his classes both intellectual and contemporary. Registration for this class filled up within the first hour, with female students consisting of the overwhelming majority.Read More

"You know, it wouldn't be the end of the world," Derek told her, looking up at her pointedly.

"Maybe not, but it could be the end of both of our careers," she pointed out stubbornly.

"It wouldn't be," Derek replied with confidence, but sounding slightly miffed. He approached her, his features darkening. "Someone would have to find out first. And I wouldn't let that happen."

Vicki snorted. "Why should I trust you? You have everything to gain from this situation."

"As do you, if you told Vincenzo or the other partners that I came onto you." Derek had set down his laptop again and stood directly in front of her. The short distance between them was the difference between Vicki's fantasy and the stark reality of their situation. His piercing blue eyes bored into hers. "I never told anyone what happened in Michigan," he added, reminding her of one more reason she should trust him, despite her biased judgment.

Was she moving closer, or was he? Vicki couldn't tell, but the longing stirred between her legs, unwilling to be ignored. She kept her eyes trained on his as his mouth closed over her lips. His hard body pressed up against hers as he took her in his arms, tearing away the last thread of her resolve.

He pushed her back against the wall, his tongue gently yet hungrily exploring her mouth. Vicki felt short of breath, consumed by his virile scent. Her body ached for his touch, her heart pounding against her rib cage. She felt his need pushing into her thigh as his mouth traveled down her neck.

I pause, trying to decipher what it is. A whimper? Where is it coming from? There it is again! It becomes clear-- it's a moan, and it's female, coming from the kitchen...

Dying of curiosity, I quietly advance to the open kitchen area and peek around the wall. And lose my composure, going slack-jawed.

I spy our kitchen table. On it, Denise's sits with her back to me, her long black hair flowing loose between her shoulders. Her knees are bent, with her feet propped up at the edge. That's all I see... until I realize Carter, Denise's current man, is kneeling on the floor in front of her, his erection sprung to life-- and what a life.

I am mesmerized by the scene and can't bring myself to leave them to their own devices. Instead I am rooted on the spot, unnoticed by both of them, listening to Denise's luxurious moans, watching her companion's dick stiffen more and more as he pleasures her with his mouth. Denise leans farther back, her head rolling back, and I can finally see her face, eyes closed, ruby lips parted, and the tops of her creamy breasts.

I watch her bite her lip, her body tensing, and she opens her eyes and looks right at me. My stomach knots up, the tension between my legs heightening, still unable to move, entranced by her sensuous gaze, inviting me. And then Carter stands up slowly, watching me. There is silence, and I have no idea what to do.

Read Lexi Sylver's erotic short story, All The Queen's Men, and discover just how insatiable Her Majesty can be... and what it takes to become one of her knights.
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Read the erotic short story, All The Queen’s Men by Lexi Sylver, now available on Amazon Kindle.
***18+ for mature content. This story includes BDSM and sapphic scenes.***
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